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Dana, aka dear friend/stylist extraordinaire is probably still hiding in her basement, rocking back and forth in a corner as we speak. Turns out I have freak hair. Freak with a capital “F.”

As in some spots on my head absorb various dyes super fast, while some are incredibly slow. And some parts don’t really absorb much at all.  AWESOME, right? (snicker)

We had no idea as we embarked on this quest to turn me to “the dark side”. But we soon found out that the process wasn’t going to be as easy as we’d thought. So there wasn’t much margarita consumption, unfortunately. Apparently certain medications I take GREATLY hindered the process.

When I left Dana’s Thursday night, we thought the color looked pretty good. But the harsh light of Friday morning revealed all sorts of different colors. (And not in that attractive or quirky-funky-cute way.)  On Saturday, Dana turned into the ”little stylist that could.” I got to her house about 10:30 a.m. She spent the next six hours trying to get an even, natural color. When I was ready to say, “Ah, screw it, let’s just shave my head already,” she was the one to say, “Don’t worry, I can get this to work.”

This photo is the final result. So if you’re reading this right now while sipping some sort of beverage, please join me in a toast. To Dana — the determined friend/stylist who pulled a miracle out of her ass. Yeay Dana!

Do you have a hair color horror story? Please share!